Saturday was a bit dreary...nice and cool outside, but drizzly all day. So...we made our own fun. I noticed Jack trying to use part of his train track to challenge Daddy to a swordfight, so I snuck down into the basement to rummage up some cardboard and duct tape. I set to work, and it no time at all (and with some instructional help from Matt) we had some real swords!
He was thrilled!
This is where he noticed me taking pictures...
The swords didn't hold up for long, in fact, they were rather floppy after the first few fights, but the memory of the way his little face lit up when we handed him his sword? That will last much longer than cardboard and duct tape ever could.